The Expanding Universe

"How do they know, he is asking,

He is seven, maybe,

I am telling him how light

Comes to us like water,

Long red waves across the universe,

Everything, all of us,

Flying out from our origins.

 

And he is listening

As if I were not there,

Then walking back

Into the shadow of the chestnut,

Collecting pink blossoms

In his father's empty shoe."

 

- Rebecca Elson

'The Expanding Universe'

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